Chapter 92

Beyin Yao stood up helplessly, "Let's go!"

Qian Guorui held the hand-drawn waveform diagram, staring at it for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said, "Genius or mad genius, neither can describe him." After saying this, he looked at the dozen or so people in front of him, "I know you are all very不服气 (unwilling to accept it), but in front of Yang Luo, you can only be his students. I am not belittling you to elevate Yang Luo. You should know the finger pressure heart resuscitation technique. A few days ago, right here in our hospital, Yang Luo successfully performed surgery on a female police officer who had been shot and whose heart had stopped, bringing her back from the brink of death."

"Wow!" Everyone took a deep breath, none of them believing that Yang Luo, so young, could have such achievements in medicine. But they knew Qian Guorui would not lie to them.

Qian Guorui continued, "Do you remember the high-level heart transplant surgery I showed you a year ago?" He paused, "You are all experts in cardiology, and when you saw that video, didn't you feel a significant gap? The entire surgery took less than two hours, setting a world record. Due to the short surgery time and minimal blood loss, it also created a miracle by not requiring any external blood plasma."

The middle-aged man said, "I admit that in some areas, Yang Luo is indeed more skilled than us, but what does this have to do with Yang Luo?"

Just as Qian Guorui was about to speak, someone suddenly said, "Could that Chinese Yang be Yang Luo?"

"Yes! He is Yang Luo."

The ward was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats. Even Ouyang Hao listened quietly, though he didn't understand these things. But as a patient, having such a world-renowned doctor as his primary physician made him feel very lucky.

Qian Guorui didn't say anything more, turned, and walked to the ECG machine, carefully observing it.

The dozen or so people looked at each other, then gathered behind Qian Guorui to look at the ECG. Only the middle-aged man stood in place, his face changing, deep in thought.

"Dear! How are you feeling?" Yang Luo asked as he entered Wang Tong's ward.

Wang Tong's face showed a faint smile, and she said weakly, "Thank you."

Yang Luo shook his head, "What are you thanking me for?"

"Doctor Qian already told me when I woke up," Wang Tong said.

Yang Luo chuckled and grabbed Wang Tong's hand, "Don't forget, you are my wife. You won't be able to escape from my hands for the rest of your life."

After this brush with life and death, Wang Tong suddenly realized that the lecherous man in front of her had already entered her life. Just as he said, she wouldn't be able to escape from this rascal for the rest of her life, and she didn't want to escape.

Feeling the warmth from Yang Luo's broad and strong hand, Wang Tong didn't try to pull away as she used to, her eyes filled with deep affection.

"Yang Luo! Do you really love me?"

Yang Luo didn't notice the unusual look in Wang Tong's eyes and chuckled, "Who doesn't love a beautiful woman?"

Wang Tong felt a bit helpless, not knowing how she had unconsciously fallen for this rogue.

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